The old Chief is in town, too, in fact is
outside just now and quite worked up over the arrest."
"Well, we will settle this Crowfoot business in a few minutes. Now,
about this Raven gang. You cannot go yourself with a couple of men? He
is an exceedingly clever rascal."
The Inspector enumerated the cases immediately pressing.
"Well then, at the earliest possible moment we must get after this
gang. Keep this in mind, Inspector Dickson. That Indian I consider an
extremely dangerous man. He is sure to be mixed up with this half-breed
trouble. He has very considerable influence with a large section of the
Bloods. I shouldn't be surprised if we should find him on their reserve
before very long. Now then, bring in young Crowfoot!"
The Inspector saluted and retired, followed by Sergeant Crisp, whose
face had not yet regained its normal expression.
"Mr. Cameron," said the Commissioner, "if you care to remain with me for
the morning I shall be glad to have you. The administration of justice
by the police may prove interesting to you. Later on we shall discuss
your return to your camp."
Cameron expressed his delight at being permitted to remain in the court
room, not only that he might observe the police methods of administering
justice, but especially that he might see something of the great
Blackfeet Chief, Crowfoot, of whom he had heard much since his arrival
in the West.
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